Choices

"I am sure that the two of you expect me to order you both to get the clit piercing," David said, standing between the two beds. Diana turned her head, trying to ignore how wet she had become. Amy's hands had been both sure and dexterous, and she'd needed to be extremely thorough, touching and probing every inch of her womanhood. Diana's legs still felt weak, and the heat which blazed between them made it hard to focus. She was trying desperately to pretend that she wasn't as aroused as she felt, especially with her legs still spread by the restraints on the bed. She could feel Lillian's presence, a lurking spectre beyond her vision who nevertheless was deeply felt.

"That would be what I expect from you...." Diana said. "Let's not pretend that you're doing this for any reason than because you get off on it..."

He chuckled, at the same time, running one of his hands along Lisa's naked body, his fingers tracing a path over her hips, and towards her thighs. She squeaked, and tried not to shy away, but her obvious discomfort only made him all the more aroused.

"That's true," He admitted, "But it's much more fun for me if the two of you decide to play by my rules rather than me just forcing you to. That way, you're choosing to submit, you see. Some part of you is agreeing to be my bitch. Much more fun than just having to do something because the law tells you."

Diana said nothing, she stared up at the ceiling for a moment, her skin tingling. She tried to pace herself, breathing slowly and carefully. Then, she looked back at him, glaring with as much strength as she could muster tied to a table and naked.

"So what is your game this time?"

"That's simple," David said, "There are two of you, and two types of piercing. One for the hood, and one for the clit itself. The clit one is apparently a lot more sensitive, and a lot harder to shrug off. One of you is going to get one, and one of you is going to get the other, buuuuut-"

"We have to decide which..." Lisa murmured, catching onto his game.

"That's right!" David laughed. "The choice is yours which one of you gets which piercing. I promise that I won't change it or anything like that. The choice actually does belong to you. Of course, you should probably consider carefully which answer you give me, because you can't take it back, and I'll be expecting you both to wear your piercings at all times."

"Screw you." Diana grunted.

"Maybe once you're a bit more broken." David smirked, "I can't **** you to do it, Diana. But I can certainly make Lisa pay if you don't."

For a few moments, Diana lay on the table, her heart was thundering. Then, she looked to her twin, who was equally aroused and worried.

"Di..." Lisa said, "You know what sort of game he's playing. He wants you to take the clit piercing, that gives him more power over you. He's trying to get us both."

"I know that." Diana said. "But do you have any other options? If you take it, he's going to torment you even more. It'll just give him new ways to make your life hell."

"He's counting on you to want to protect me." Lisa protested, "You can't fall for it Diana!"

"You're my sister, of course I want to protect you! I know damn well what he's doing, but he's not really leaving us many other options, is he? If we do it the other way, you get the more sensitive piercing, and he has a new way to dominate you."

"She's right, you know." David nodded from the corner. "If you take the clit piercing, my dear ****, I have so many things that I can use to make you regret it. But will you take it anyway? Sisterly love is so perfect, isn't it? Neither of you wants the other to take it, so you're both trying to take it yourself! This way, the one of you who doesn't get it is going to feel so much guilt about it later! It's far better than just forcing the two of you to take the same one!"

Diana ignored him with some effort, looking towards Lisa, and capturing her gaze with her own.

"Look, Lisa, I'm the oldest sister, right?"

"Only technically..." Lisa said, managing a touch of defiance even in that situation.

"Technically is all that matters," Diana answered, with all the confidence of a lifetime of saying it. "Don't think of it as giving into him, instead look at it as taking care of yourself. Do you want to be more **** around that scumbag?"

"Still here, you know..." David muttered. "That wasn't very nice..."

"N-no..." Lisa said slowly, "I suppose not..."

"Then let me do it." Diana said, "We both know that it's the best option. I can't do much to help you right now... I can't get you out of this..." She gestured to David with her head, and mouthed the words ''don't talk about the rulebook'' before she went on, "But I can at least make this easier on you, so please let me do my job as your older sister."

Lisa didn't even look remotely happy. Her face was drawn in, and she was frowning, but even so, she managed a small, tight nod, and spoke in a voice of dissatisfied agreement.

"Okay...just...just be careful, please."

"The same to you." Diana said, a small smirk curling her lips in spite of the situation, "You're the one who's a **** here, Lis, but you're asking me to be careful?"

The sisters shared a faint smile before reality intruded again and Diana turned back to David.

"Okay, you heard all of that. I'm taking the clit piercing."

"It was so heart-wrenching, the way you sacrificed yourself for your sister," David said with a smirk on his face, "So beautiful and pure..."

"Shut up."

Lillian laughed, the sound was high pitched and unpleasant.

"You're such a sore loser, Diana." she said, moving forwards. Diana struggled, trying to close her legs though the cuffs refused to allow it. The dark haired girl laughed at this as well, running one of her hands up Diana's thigh. Her long nails poked Diana's skin, tracing a path of tingles which was impossible to ignore. Diana tried desperately not to shift or moan as she felt Lillian's hand drift closer and closer to her mound, each inch making her more and more aware of its presence.

"I never thought I would see this side of you," Lillian said, "Half naked and soaking. You're really a slut, you know that? Like, you're strapped to a table, about to be pierced, your sister is a sex ****, and your pussy is soaking. I'd ask if you're getting off on this, but it's pretty obvious that you are."

"L-leave her alone!" Lisa growled.

"I'd be careful if I were you, little ****." David said, "Unless you want me to find some other use for your mouth?"

With Lisa suitability chastened, Lillian turned her attention back to Diana, loving the uncomfortable way the other woman shifted to try and get away from her hands.

"Look at you... the ice queen, the best of the best, the one who always thought she was so superior to everyone else... what would the college say if they could see you now, Diana? Well, I've not given up on showing them that sight. Not yet. You're too good for your own good. Protecting your sister, your friend, poor little Stacey. You may not be a ****, but we've got a collar around your neck you can't get rid of."

Lillian's fingers were at her slit now. Gently rubbing up and down, teasing her folds, making her skin cry for more. Diana strained, tried not to show how much she was enjoying the feeling. She could feel the very tip of Lillian's fingernail as it poked into her entrance, slowly pushing her lower lips aside.

Lillian leaned down, whispering into Diana's ear.

"We're going to fuck you up, Diana. Before this is over, you're going to be worse than the college slut, do you hear me? Lisa is a ****, and everyone knows that. But you're going to be the one that everyone thinks did it to themselves. No master, no orders, just someone who lost control of themselves, and couldn't help but become a wanton little whore."

Diana's skin sparked with feeling as Lillian's fingers started to press inwards, entering her pussy and beginning to tease it. She felt her core start to burn as she tried to resist the urge to react, and Lisa looked at her in silent horror and sympathy.

"Diana..." Her sister whispered, "I'm so sorry, this is my fault..."

"It is your fault." Lillian said, "So why don't you just sit and watch as we make your big sister beg for more? I wonder how much the ice queen can take before she breaks?"

Diana moaned as Lillian's fingers found her clit, prodding it with enough **** to make her jump.

"That's enough." Amy said suddenly, "If you're going to keep doing that, I'll call the police."

"The police?" Lillian frowned, pulling away from Diana. "But Lisa is a sex ****. She has no right to resist."

"Lisa may not, but Diana does." Amy said sternly. "And that is definitely going too far."

"I suppose you're right..." Lillian said, casting a furious glare at Diana, "My apologies, I got carried away. It won't happen again."

"If it does, we're not serving any of you." Amy said. "And the only reason we're still doing so now is because we have an agreement struck beforehand. This behaviour is disgusting and I won't have it. Now, let's get to work so we can get this over as quickly as possible."

"Yes," David said, casting a careful look at Lillian who now seemed to be absolutely furious, "Let's get this done as quickly as possible."